The death of a single human being is too heavy a price for the vindication of any principle, however sacred.

Because success is such a weasel word anyway, it's such a horribly American word, and it's such a vamp and, I think it's a death trap.

A revolution is interesting insofar as it avoids like the plague the plague it promised to heal.

Start with the impossible. Proceed calmly towards the improbable. No worry, there are at least five exits.

The sponsors of war closely resemble the weapons they create. And smart bombs, depleted uranium, land mines, rockets and tanks, rather than protect 'widows and orphans and strangers at the gate', are designed precisely to create 'widows and orphans', to transform strangers into enemies and enemies into corpses.

You have to struggle to stay alive and be of use as long as you can.

Our apologies, good friends, for the fracture of good order, the burning of paper instead of children. How many must die before our voices are heard, how many must be tortured, dislocated, starved, maddened? When, at what point, will you say no to this war?